It Hurts To Say This But Your - Poem by Daniel Richards

A little bit weaker than you used to beAnd Friday night’s gone too far the dim light hides the years on all the neglected dreams

Forgotten but not gone you drink it off your mind you talk about the world like it’s someplace that you’ve been

You choke down all your anger Forget your own two sonsYour anger don’t impress me the world slapped in your face

You see you’d love to run home But you know you ain’t got one ’Cause you’re living’ in a world that you’re best forgotten fromAnd when you’re thinking’ of a memory And nobody there is gonna listen….everyone’s gone mum